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Who| Hyperion | cutshort and YOU!
What| Someone's bored and not allowed to express his boredom through violence. What's the next best thing?
Where| Around the Capitol! You pick a place, he'll most likely show up.
When| Throughout the week.
Warnings/Notes| ... Hyperion will be Hyperion. And nobody likes Hyperion.


The Arena has been over for more than enough time to recuperate from his death, think things through, reassess what he wants to do. He's aware of the rules, aware of the system that controls him, even when no one is looking anymore, and he's been behaving.

He felt rejuvenated, when they resuscitated him. No longer starving, no longer bleeding, now longer panting for every breath of air like it would be his last. They got rid of his injuries, but the virus remains in his brain, still itching for more, making him dig his nails into the pads of his fingers and palms as he looks around in silence, observing. His gaze is unwavering - he doesn't care who he's looking at or what they're doing - an invasion of privacy even when he stands afar.

Is this all there is?

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[knifewithnoname]

"Yes, I will be beating you next time." She told him seriously and shrugged.

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"You'll have to learn how to throw a lot better than that."

He could teach her, if she liked.

[knifewithnoname]

"What do you think I do be being down here for then?" She stuck her tongue out at him. She had never actually learned throwing daggers before but she could see how it would be useful if she could get the dagger to actually stick.

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His smile wasn't unkind. There was little that could be called genuine about it, though - but that was just Hyperion. A mass of falsified emotions to resemble something that was once human.

"I could teach you."

[knifewithnoname]

"You would be teaching me?" She wrinkled her nose, "No tricks? If you do be teaching me wrong I will be being killing you."

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"Won't you be killing me either way?" She'd said it herself. All he had were enemies, all he'd left as his legacy was the thirst for revenge.

Still, he wouldn't let her answer. "No tricks."

[knifewithnoname]

"Yes, but if you do be tricking me I will be making it painful." She threatened.

She gave him a suspicious look but walked closer. "You can be teaching me if you do be wanting to."

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He'd like to see her try. Funny, what they said about curiosity.

Tipping his head towards the dagger, "Pick it up."

[knifewithnoname]

She nodded and did so, holding it in a proper grip even if it was a grip used for knife fighting not throwing.

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He took the dagger from her without ceremony, though the gesture was given the slightest bit of care. With a quiet request for permission, if you will.

"Come here."

He moved away, farther from the target she'd been practicing on.

[knifewithnoname]

She followed him silently as he moved away from the target, watching him carefully, ready to learn.

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"You hold it like this," He shows her, no further explanation. Hyperion never claimed to be a good teacher, but this is better than nothing, isn't it? It is certainly better than showing her when she's standing on the side of the target. "Don't look at it. Just look at where you want it to go."

With that, he throws it onto the nearest target. It fails to carve into it, seeing as it's made of wood, but the effect is close enough to what he intended to achieve.

"Go pick it up and try."

[knifewithnoname]

She watched really closely, seeing how his hands were and making the same movement with her own despite not having a knife. She was used to having to learn fast and accurately.

She nodded and picked up the knife, holding it like he had and staring at the target.

She threw it and it hit the edge, spinning off. She frowned.